Life has its limitations manifold:﻿﻿All life; not only that which throbs in thee,﻿And strains its fetters, eager to be free.
The faultless eye may not thy vision hold—
Maiden, whose brow with thought is aureoled—﻿And they who hear may lack the ministry,﻿The august influence of Silence, she
Who brooded o'er the void in ages old.

Prisoner of the dark, inaudible—﻿Light, which the night itself could not eclipse,﻿﻿Thou shinest forth Man's being to reveal.﻿We learn with awe from thine apocalypse,
That nothing can the human spirit quell,﻿﻿And know him lord of all things, who can feel!